Giant stationary fireflies hovering in the liminal space of empty drives. Familiar fog behind the vineyards. Unrecognizability superimposed over the old outline of missing buildings. Swaths of soulless stuff where the was once a beautiful hole. Reaching, with bare and attentive hands, deep into the heart of someone you've known your whole life. The mending of unidirectional silence. The recognition of confessionals. Abandoned bowling alleys with yet-unbleached plumage. A synchronous and unspeaking voice narrating the toys of childhoods. Concerns smelted from loyalty, bias and dissonance. A single-stroke painting of a sanctuary dragon. And gratitude filling the forgetting along the return.
7:31 p.m. - 2023-12-29
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